Kenny: You still should've called. I sat and I waited. I went ahead and I fed the kids. I worked all day on that casserole.

Sue Ellen: Sorry.

Kenny: You haven't even said how nice the house looks. You're off at the office all day doing interesting office things. I'm stuck here. Cooking and cleaning and mowing, helping Melissa with her fastball, being a role model for Zach, spending quality time with Walter, doing your party shit! You've got the car and you don't even take me anywhere anymore. And when was the last time we went out to dinner together, huh? You know, I'm sick and tired of not being appreciated.

Sue Ellen: I appreciate you.

Kenny: Eat shit! (storms into the living and starts whisking the couch)

Sue Ellen(follows) I don't believe this! I have to get up at 5:30 every morning so I can beat rush hour traffic into the city and go sit behind a desk for eight hours a day and miss Oprah Winfrey everyday on my summer vacation. And then, I get to drive home in gridlock in a VOLVO with no air conditioning just so I can take care of you guys and put food on the damn table! It's a rat race and it sucks, Kenny. So what do you want, a medal?... Oh come on, you don't have to do all this. I mean, I never asked you to whisk the couch.

Kenny: (stopping, whistfully) Well, it needed it.

Bruce: Hey, yo, Mad Dog. You want to park the car?

Hellhound: We're on a break, dude.

Mole: Yeah, park it yourself, Metallica-breath.

Gus: Now are you going to believe me or are you going to believe some kid?